have you noticed?

husband is losing weight.

and dang. that emerging jaw line ...

HO-ly mamma.

oh and he got glasses.
which means he's now higher than me on the cool food chain.
Good thing I'm totally OK with that.
{Can you believe the man has never had braces?}

red silk. the non lingerie kind.

Shoes: Jessica Simpson, Tights: Target, Dress c/o Shabby Apple, Blazer: Nordstroms, Necklace: Kohls, Watch: Gift, Bangles: c/o WindsorStore

I guess we'll just call Sundays my domestic days. {see last Sunday's attempted domestication here}. This afternoon I made homemade stew. By myself. Without directions. And without calling my mom. Huge milestone. Huge. After four years on my own, we're finally making some progress. And when I say we, I really mean me. Husband tried to help, but I wouldn't let him. I wasn't about to let anyone else try nabbing the credit for my precious baby stew. I even made it in a silk dress and heels. Because what else would you make stew in? The only thing missing from the get-up was the pearls. Which I substituted for my gangsta chains - as husband has lovingly dubbed them.
He thinks they're real classy.
Right now, this dress is only one of the two red items I have in my closet. Crazy huh? And now I'm not sure why I've avoided red my whole life. It's fabulous dahling. Fabulous. And I will probably be wearing it's silky yumminess every single day this summer. Just a heads up. Unless I decide to migrate south and start early. Escorted down by my matching red airplane of course.

six

Shoes: Simply Vera Wang, Tights: Target, Maxi Dress {rolled up}: Thrifted, Turtleneck: c/o YesStyle, Fur Vest: c/o WindsorStore, Belt: Thrifted, Earings: F21, Watch: Gift, Bangles: c/o WindsorStore

It's fridaaaaaayyyyy!!!!
1. I had a bacon cheeseburger and fries with fry sauce yesterday for lunch. I have since craved it for every single meal
2. I cooked with onions at 6:45 this morning. Lesson learned.
3. I'm going on a date tonight. Husband and I are still in the "I don't know, what do you want to do?" Well I don't know, what do you want to do?" stage. At this rate, we're bound to think of something brilliant
4. I think it's really cute how bus drivers wave to each other as they pass on the road every morning. I think we should do that for everyone who drives the same car as us. Like, "oh! another chevy!! WAVEEEEE!"
5. So far, four people have petted me today. I guess I deserve it.
6. I'm going snowmobiling with my mom and cousins this weekend. And I am so ready to vroom my little heart out. {demonstration: vrooooooo-oooooom.}
you liked that didn't you.

That's all. Kloveyoubye.

could you do me a solid?

Shoes: c/o Blowfish Shoes, Jeans: F21, Button up: American Eagle, Vest: F21, Blazer: F21, Scarf: Husband's, Watch: Gift, Earrings: c/o Truly Sarah

So here's the thing. I know it's Awkward and Awesome Thursday and all. But I sat down to write the post this morning, hands posed on the keyboard rearin to go ... and I got nothin. My brain juice has been depleted. {It's currently being REpleted with a giant glass of Chocolate Milk, but we're not gonna push it just yet}
Instead, if you don't mind, I thought we could do something a little different. I got rid of my Formspring a little while ago, just cause it became difficult for me to keep up with all the questions on a daily basis. BUT. I'm going to be updating my FAQ's page soon, and I'd like to answer as many frequent questions as possible. SO. Would you mind asking them here? Right there in the comments? I'll be updating that FAQ's page as fast as my little fingers can type, and I'll be sure to let you know once it's up with all the answers.
Happy Thursday!

husband

this is my heart, melting.

If you had come over to our house last night, you would have been witness to one of the biggest sydney's-big-fat-cry-baby breakdowns ever. Yes, I know. We're all busy, all maxed-out, all stressed to our breaking point, but last night was mine. Brought on by this big fat ugly art history test that I'm about to take. Tests, more than anything stress me out. I could write you a 50 page paper - no problem. Tests? Forget it.

Anyway. For some reason, last night this test just seemed bigger than life itself and I sat down on my couch, notes all sprawled out on my lap and just cried my eyes out.

Totally normal.

Thankfully, someone has a hero living at their house.

{It's me.}

Husband took me in his arms, told me that I was smart and that I can do hard things and then promised to stay up all night and study with me if that's what it took. And then he took my hand, kneeled with me beside our couch and prayed. Prayed just for me.

Have you ever had someone pray for you before? Isn't it the most special thing in the world?

My heart swelled up with love and my mind became calm. Suddenly my test was only a test and my mind felt capable of absorbing information again.

And then I studied a lot, and he quizzed me

And quizzed me some more.

And gave me a kiss on my forehead for every one I got right.

And I was yet again reminded of who I married -- The. Best. 

He's the best guys.

And words cannot express my gratitude for this man in my life.

OK

Now let's go take this sucker.

i have this thing for redheads

 My Momma and Dad got me this top from Ruche for my birthday. I kind of love it. Mostly because I saw it on the their model in that stinkin inspiring Fall look book they've got and I thought to myself, well dang. Look at her face! Look at her hair! 
I want my face to look like that.
I want my hair to look like that.
Obviously, I need that shirt.
So I get the shirt right? And I'm jumpin up and down when I open it cause I'm so excited. I rip my clothes off {literally ...rip. I need a seamstress}, throw it on and BAM. I'm fabulous.
I look in the mirror.
Dude ... wheee-re is my big, red, fabulous hair? And where's my new face dangit?!
I was super bummed out.  But ... I got over it.
Cause I do have an amazing shirt on. And holy moley, it's freakin layerable. And husband likes it cause it's silky on his face when he wants to cuddle. So.
Win-win.
Thanks Ruche. And you beyond perfect red-headed model you.{bitter}
I'm gonna go pretend I'm in your look book now.

 Shoes: c/o Blowfish Shoes, Jeans: Gap kids, Button-Up: F21, Top: Ruche, Watch: Gift

good morning!

Boots: Famous Footwear, Pant: Delias, Top: Steve and Barry's, Jacket: Old Navy, Belt: Thrifted, Watch: Gift, Coat: c/o YesStyle

I'm feeling particularly cheery this morning. Maybe it's because we spent yesterday with my Momma. Or maybe it's because we played the newlywed game for way too long yesterday afternoon. And might just be addicted. Or maybe it's cause I started this morning off right with 5 minutes of extra cuddle time with husband. Or maybe it's cause I have the Mamma Mia soundtrack stuck in my head right now. {On second thought, that probably shouldn't be on the cheery list} In any case, I feel like today is gonna be a great. day.
eeeeeeeeeee!

domesticated

Shoes: Michael Kors, Dress: H&M, Blazer: F21, Necklace: Kohls, Watch: Gift

Welcome to my laundry room. Or laundry closet rather. Us apartment livers don't get a whole room to ourselves to practice our domestication. In fact, we're lucky to even have a closet. Sometimes people will come over to our house and just stand in front of them, jaw dropped and drooling, in sheer awe over their beauty. We know, we tell them. They are gorgeous. We have a very special appreciation for our lovely little closet ... albeit stuffed with unaesthetic orange beach towels and plastic storage containers. {We are still in college you know} You see, we've been down the community-laundry-facility road before.  The one where you spend 4 whole hours in the laundry room on Monday night, watching your every piece of underwear like a hawk. Because you know that the second you leave, some overly anxious housewife is going to remove your still-damp unders and set them anonymously on the top of the dryer ... for other housewives to stare at.  
What. My bleach isn't as cool as yours K?
But now life is just blissful. And 100% domesticated. {Besides that small little annoyance known as cooking. Which doesn't count.} Either way, I am happy to say that I take full advantage of our little laundry closet. By leaving our solidly-dried unders in there for weeks. Where nobody can see them.
Not even me.

date night

 last night was date night. obviously.

It had been our intention to go ice skating. I'd brought my fluffy mittens and everything.

But then it started doing this freezing rain crap, and we decided that if we went, we would probably catch our deaths and end up dropping out of school or something.
worst case scenario. 
so we decided to do something else.
First we fed ourselves.
Because that's important for hungry husbands.
And then we fed ourselves again.
Because that's important for wives with a hankering for Irish cream hot chocolate

 And then we went to our friends' house.
And brought over this new thing called the Newlywed Game.
Which we lost.
But we did get one awesome question right.
The questions was:
What would you say your husband's favorite kind of melon is?
Other couples answer: Honey Dew
Tyson's answer: Hers

And I put boob melons, so our answers totally matched.
And we gave each other air high-fives.
It was awesome.
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picture of the night:
what I would look like, if hot chocolate could get you high.

sexy

Awkward and Awesome Thursday!

Shoes: Jessica Simpson, Pants: Target, Belt: Gap, Top: c/o WindsorStore, Earrings: c/o Truly Sarah

 Awkward:
- Getting so distracted by husband's and my awesome conversation last night {that’s my excuse anyway} that I'm pretty sure I dumped the entire contents of our garlic-salt container onto our food. The awkward moment spawned from husband’s face after he took the first bite. And then with us trying to down the stuff with our noses plugged and gag reflexes galore.We would not fare so well on that one show where the contestants have to eat bugs and stuff. We can't even do garlic chicken.
- The giant hairball that collects underneath the armpit of my coat. And my mom picking at that hairball in the middle of Walmart.
- Trying to eat lunch at work and taking a bite at the exact moment someone important walks through the door. Excuse me while I just spit this out in my napkin ...
- Singing in the public restroom. ????????????
-  An incredibly embarrassing moment that is probably way TMI for your sweet little brains. But it has to do with little miss monthly P. And a boy.
I am ashamed ...
- The number of times I had to explain to people that No, I am not missing an earring. It's supposed to be asymmetrical kiddo. PEOPLE these days. Honestly ...
- My newest graphic design assignment. I'm supposed to create a logo out of a belly button, a hunter and punching. Right then.
- People who iron their sheets. College students who iron their sheets.
Yes. I know one now. Blows your mind doesn't it??
- Being greeted at the library today: Well HELLO my good sir.
Hello yourself, you crazy.

Awesome:
- Husband actually requesting cottage cheese and ritz crackers in BED last night. Like the same bed where he hates crumbs and basically any food in general. I am in food-in-bed HEAVEN right now. You don't understand. This is like the apocalypse or something.
- This little set up that was on the kitchen counter when I got home from the grocery store last night. In case you were wondering, that’s our hot chocolate maker. And that sucker was sent straight from heaven. Nectar of the gods I tell you.

 - The Bachelor. And the fact that husband gave an incredulous gasp when I told him I had watched it without him. And it's true. Trashy TV is so much more entertaining with your best friend.
- Grey nail polish!
- Giving into my cravings for a ginormous bowl of macaroni and cheese
- Applying for graduation today!!
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!

Link up YOUR awkwards and awesomes here!!

They're my entertainment while I eat breakfast in the morning. So that means you have to.

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Today I'm grateful for flats. And the fact that I will NEVER forget to pack them again.

I am so in the mood for some of this right now

That's all.

mushy mushy blah blah

Shoes: Gap, Trousers: c/o YesStyle, Belt: Delias, Tank: H&M, Blazer: Nordstrom, Chain: Kohl's, Watch: Gift
Our little morning chat: 

Me: OK hon, well I'm gonna go start gettin' some stuff done. My to-do list is seriously this long today.
Husband: Honey, no. No, you don't. You don't have to do any of that stuff today. Just stay here and cuddle me.
Me: Actually, yes. I do. I'm not joking right now. We still have dishes in the sink from last night
Husband: No. I'm pretty sure I don't remember that. There's no dishes. I told our housekeeper to do them last night.
Me: Cute. I'm getting up.
Husband: OK but wait. My arms hurt real bad. They need some loving. Can you please just give them a quick hug before you get up?
Me: Oh fine. There. Niiiiiiiiice hug. I've seriously gotta get up now Tys.
Husband: Wait ... but my lips. They hurt too.
Me: Nice try. Not playing that game pal
Husband: OK but wait. Just com'ere. One sec K? I have to tell you something.
Me: Tys. Seriously.
Husband: No, I'm not kidding. This really is important
Me: OK. But then I really need to go get started on the day.
Husband: K just come'ere. No closer. It's seriously a secret.
Me: Kaaaaa-aaaayyy. Hon, hurry. I have a list!
Husband: *pulls my head down and whispers in my ear.* No.
And then he proceeded to tackle me right back into bed.
I'm not sure why this sent me into a fit of giggles. But his little whispered No just got to me for some reason. And then he got that real proud look on his face. You know the one. Where he grins from ear to ear cause he knows he's just won the double whammy. Won over the argument AND made me laugh.
Typical.

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and surprise surprise ... today I'm grateful for husband. Simply for the fact that he looks supaa hot in his skinny tie a-aaaand we kissed in front of all his co-workers. booyah.

hi. my legs are purple.

Shoes: Jessica Simpson, Tights: Simply Vera Wang, Skirt: Ruche, Turtleneck: c/o YesStyle, Necklace: giveaway win! c/o Pig and Pepper

You guys. I have nothing to say. Maybe cause it's Sunday night and my mom is sitting next to me and I've had an entire bar of dark chocolate and suddenly have this crazy itch to go design something {don't worry. it's not my blog header} So. I'm gonna go do that. Design something I mean. And maybe have another round of dark chocolate. And try and not feel guilty about the four and a half hour nap that husband and I took this afternoon. And feel even less guilty about the dirty dishes in my sink.
Maybe tomorrow I'll have something worth saying. In the mean time. If you're terribly bored. You can go read this thingy from my archives. Cause it's kind of how I'm feeling right now. AND cause you can {yet again} see my olden days dark locks. Like you care. AND cause everyone needs a good archived post in their life every once in a while.
kloveyoubye

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And today I'm grateful for my fancy dancy hot chocolate maker that I got for Christmas. Because obviously I don't have enough chocolate in my life already

wanna see something adorable?

I learned something new about husband last night. The man can sew a button. 

It's the little things like this that just make me want to kiss his face off.

So I did.

thursday night at the movies

We braved the weather on Thursday night for a little candy run to the gas station and a night at the movies. We are loving having my momma here. Especially husband. He loves it when she kicks his butt in a workout. And when she has a mega healthy delicious dinner ready for us when we come at night. And when me and momma bring popcorn and things that make crumbs into our bed and watch the Bachelor. That's his favorite.